There is a house built out of stoneWooden floors, walls and window sills...Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust...This is a place where I don't feel aloneThis is a place where I feel at home...Cause, I built a homefor youfor meUntil it disappearedfrom mefrom youAnd now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...Out in the garden where we planted the seedsThere is a tree as old as meBranches were sewn by the color of greenGround had arose and passed it's kneesBy the cracks of the skin I climbed to the topI climbed the tree to see the worldWhen the gusts came around to blow me downI held on as tightly as you held onto meI held on as tightly as you held onto me...Cause, I built a homefor youfor meUntil it disappearedfrom mefrom youAnd now, it's time to leave and turn to dust...